Minisode! Fallogies

Dear Autumn,

Where the FACK are you? I'm sitting here with a pile of scarves and we're wondering why you hate us. I want to make a ghosted pun but it's too painful. It's 104 degrees in LA and in tombstones on people's lawns -- when it feels like July -- is just creepy and fucked up.

I understand that the Earth is roasting like a game hen but I hope you come back. To woo you, I made a minisode with the world's weirdest fall ologies and I hope that you like it and you return. I had to order a chai tea iced and I want to pour it down my back to cope, but just know that you're very adored and California is waiting for you.